Lost and Found (Janoskians Fanfic)

But... I'm Just Me

Molly's POV

The light poured in from my window just reaching my eyes. I really don't want to get up, but my internal clock tells me it's somewhere around noon so we need to.

My muscles groaned in protest as I sat up in my bed. My eyes felt droopy and my head kind of hurt. Even though i haven't even looked into a mirror, I could already tell that my hair was going to be a huge mess, worse than usual.

Today was just one of those mornings.

"Olivia, wake up!" I said as I climbed up her ladder and poked her. She didn't budge.

"Olivia, come on! Wake up birthday girl!" I said pushing her a little this time. Still no sign of her living, let alone waking up.

Hm, what could I do to wake her up? I got it!

"Oh my god! The Janoskians are in New York City!" I screamed in her ear. She immediately shot up with her eyes bulging out of her head.

"What? Where? Come on Moll; we need to get dressed!" she screamed at me. I just got down from her bed laughing and walked over to my closet.

"They're still in Australia, Olivia! I just needed to get up so we can go out," I told her with a devilish smile on my face. I didn't turn around, but I could feel her eyes shooting daggers at me.

"Fine, but it doesn't mean I'm happy about this, or that you have my forgiveness," she told me. I could feel her smile in the air, indicating that I was, in fact, forgiven.

I turned back to my closet to change. I picked out some regular, blue skinny jeans, a white, button down blouse tucked in, a black leather jacket, and red cowgirl boots.

I faced Olivia to see her wearing white, flowered, high-waisted skinny jeans, a loose, sky blue tank top tucked in, a beige, thick sweater, and light pink oxfords.

Next was the makeup part of this routine, which always was the shortest. I didn't really like makeup.

I just threw on a little foundation, powder, mascara, and a bright red lipstick. I don't like a lot of makeup, but I have about sixty different shades of lipstick. Olivia wasn't ready yet so I went into the living room to clean up.

I put the empty bags and cupcake wrapper in the empty bowl, but I couldn't find Olivia's wrapper. But then I looked around and realized the wrapper was still on the cupcake.

How strange. Olivia loves Delights, she always has. Maybe she was too full to eat it, but I try and remember if she even touched the popcorn or chips last night. I didn't think she did.

As a matter a fact, I don't even remember what she had during our lunch period yesterday, and how she declined pancakes yesterday.

I'm shocked I didn't notice this earlier, but I don't want to confront her now. Maybe it will pass. Hopefully.

Olivia's POV

I was ready now, so I walked into the living room to see Molly eating a bowl of Lucky Charms as she watched Spongebob. I swear, sometimes this girl could act like a 3- year old.

"Come on Molly! Lets go!" I screamed at her. She obeyed and got to her feet, but before she started walking, she grabbed her belt loops and did a little jump so as to pull her pants up more efficiently.

"Alright, while we are getting you a dress, we must get me a new pair of blue jeans because my Nicki Minaj ass is getting a tinsy bit to big for these SUPER skinny jeans!" she said as we both walked out the door.

"Oh, and I'm still hungry. So might as well feed the Nicki Minaj ass some delicious egg sandwiches from Franks! PLEASE?!?" She screams at me.

She gives me her signature puppy dog face and batted her eyelashes. Who can say no to a face like hers? I nod and she throws her hands up in triumph.